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Philosophy is at a low point.
Giant Matilija poppies in the garden
Overgrown
Have collapsed
The stems and blooms
Forming circles
Hollow in the middle
Where silently at sunset
Emptiness waits for a messiah.
This is the scene
On a Sunday evening in April.
This is the scene on an April morning
Long past the time of
Unexpected rains.
The poppies become lacquered
As if tears had dried on their faces
Forming the sides of a porcelain
Bowl with an Oriental motif.
Inside the bowl
There will soon be colored fishes swimming.
These will make good fertilizer for the garden when they die
and the philosophers will go to work again.